I had my first taste of improv last night… well, it was a scripted performance with improv actors at Atlanta’s main improv spot, Dad’s Garage. "Black Nerd" was the best thing I have seen on stage in a long time… maybe ever! Probably because I could identify with the story so much.

This has become one of the ways I honor my creative spirit and commit to my craft. It also has opened me to explore different avenues of creative expression. To not confine myself to just one way of storytelling. Sharing is optional and will come later… if at all… and when it does, the form it takes might surprise you.

This rant is a frequent topic of conversation between me and a filmmaker friend… usually when we are feeling sorry for ourselves and our lack of progression in our respective creative fields. We lick our self-inflicted wounds and rake M Night over the coals for cranking out utter garbage year after year while we two geniuses are being constantly rejected or offered wooden nickels for our brilliance. One day, we decided to get to the bottom of this mystery. We needed to know the secret to his success! What we discovered forever changed how we felt about M Night.